There's a girl

who sits in class and laughs
Shes crazy,
always smiling

There's a girl

She gets good grades
try's pretty hard
but she knows
she'll never be as good as her brother

There's a girl
She has friends
They're great
For the most part

This girl
She has sides

Because you see
This girl
Is sad

This girl
Feels like she doesn't belong
Anywhere

This girl
Feels like no one understands
 feels like no one listens
No one tries to hear her

She has good points
But people don't take the time to open up their ears

This girl
She cries all the time

This girl
wants to feel the burn of her hair curler
wants to feel the little rivers of Crimson run down her thighs

But she can't

Because she lives in fear of her parents finding out that she marked her skin, even after they told her to stop

Even after the therapist
Even after a year
Time doesn't numb pain
It doesn't make it stop
It just replaces the memories

But what if the memories that were supposed to replace were worse than the ones causing the pain in the first place

What then

There's a girl
Who is tired of being happy
Tired of trying
Tired of pretending
This girl
She's close
So close
But what about her friends
What about her family
They might not make her feel accepted
But she still doesn't  want them to feel pain over her
But this girl
She's done

There was a girl
She smiled
She laughed
Her physical state just sang "happy"
But that girl

She wasn't

She didn't smile when she was alone in her room with the door closed.
She didn't laugh when her music was cranked up and no one could see her
She wasn't happy when she was in privet
She was a ticking bomb
And every tick
Was a reason she forgot about
And when that last tick sounded
She did what bombs do

She exploded